Speak Poem by Chey King

Speak

Rating: 3.5


It was excruciating...
Her fingernails dug at the string that sewed her mouth shut
The silence threatened to crush what was left of her soul
Blood poured from her lips as she scraped what was left of her flesh
Yet, the binding didn't flinch at her futile attempts,
And her screams died before they reached her lips.

May 2010

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That was beautiful...it was breath taking.

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